The Communion of Saints
Looks are exchanged and left in the pews
as the faithful move to the center to
receive the body and blood of that Fellow
they believe in so much.
Mass sparsely attended, they march right
down to the communion rail, open up
their traps, as the priest declare
it’s Him alright, receive Him now.
Closed mouthing the host, they
righteously return to the spot
they left their unholy neighbors,
kneel and bow, accept the grace.
Later, host digested, Mass
over, “may the peace be with you”
shaken on in their pew neighborhood,
They leave by the back, turning their
Backs to the sacrifice,
back to the real world,
where no cannibals are tolerated.
But guns are.